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Hunted 123

    <b>Chapter </b><b>123 </b>


    <b><i>Noah’s </i></b><b><i>POV</i></b><b>: </b>


    P:


    <b>81 </b>


    We all watched as Grd made her way downstairs back to the storage closet. I couldn’t believe it; she really didn’t want the room. Over the past several years, Grd had been humble, docile, sometimes a t out doormat all out of desperation


    for us to love her. But tonight, tonight I saw something in her eyes that I had never seen before. Pure disgust. I felt like a storm wasing and there was no way we could stop <ol><li>it. </li></ol>


    As the shock wore down, Cole spoke first.


    <i>“</i><i>Maybe </i><i>we </i><i>should </i>go <i>down </i><i>there </i>and <i>apologize</i>, <i>maybe </i><i>it’ll </i><i>convince </i><i>her </i><i>to </i><i>take </i><i>the </i><i>room</i>.<i>” </i>


    Mother scoffed.


    <i>“</i><i>Let </i><i>her </i><i>sleep </i><i>in </i><i>that </i><i>closet </i><i>if </i><i>she </i><i>wants </i><i>too</i><i>! </i><i>Now </i><i>we’re </i><i>supposed </i>to <i>beg-</i>”


    “<i>Why </i><i>was </i><i>she </i><i>in </i><i>a </i><i>storage </i><i>closet </i><i>to </i><i>begin </i><i>with </i><i>Sharon?</i><i>” </i>


    Dad was now looking at mom with an unreadable expression. I could tell thatst


    remark Grd said got to him.


    <i>‘</i><i>If </i><i>you </i><i>truly </i><i>wanted </i><i>to </i><i>find </i><i>me</i><i>, </i><i>you </i><i>could </i><i>have</i><i>.</i><i>‘ </i>


    She was right. I remember the night Grd went missing; mother seemed detached. They searched for about three days before mother wanted to give up. She imed it was too painful to deal with if she couldn’t find her. A few dayster, Olivia came home.


    Mom looked at dad with shock in her eyes. Her face had gone ashen,


    “I only <i>told </i><i>her </i><i>she </i>had to <i>stay </i><i>there </i>for a <i>little </i><i>while</i><i>; </i>it’s not my fault <i>she </i>never <i>left</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    Dad called Zelma our head maid into the foyer.


    <i>“</i><i>Yes </i><i>Sir</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    <b>11:57 </b>Mon<b>, </b>Sep <b>8 </b>


    Still looking at mom, dad barked his orders.


    <i>“</i><i>Someone </i><i>tried </i>to frame <i>my </i><i>daughter </i><i>by </i><i>taking </i>a <i>ne </i>from <i>our </i><i>bedroom</i>, <i>check </i><i>the </i><i>security </i><i>cameras </i>and <i>tell </i>me <i>everyone </i><i>that’s </i><i>been </i><i>in </i><i>there</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


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    Zelma looked at my father with slightly shocked and puzzled expression. For a moment, I could have swore she nced at Olivia.


    <i>“</i><i>Did </i>you <i>not </i><i>understand </i><i>me</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    “O–<i>Oh </i><i>yes </i><i>sir</i><i>! I’ll </i><i>have </i><i>the </i><i>report </i><i>first </i><i>thing </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>morning</i><i>.</i>”


    Mom spoke up.


    <i>“</i><i>Calvin</i><i>! </i><i>What </i><i>are </i><i>you </i><i>doing </i><i>this </i>for<i>? </i><i>Why </i><i>does </i><i>it </i><i>matter </i><i>now</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    Dad turned and looked at mom, something was definitely bothering him.


    <i>“</i><i>When </i><i>you </i><i>thought </i><i>Grd </i><i>stole </i><i>the </i><i>ne </i><i>it </i><i>was </i>WW3. <i>Now </i><i>you’re asking </i><i>me </i><i>why </i><i>I </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>know </i><i>who </i><i>not </i><i>only </i><i>stole </i><i>something </i><i>from </i><i>our </i><i>bedroom</i>, <i>but </i><i>tried </i><i>to </i><i>frame </i><i>our </i><i>daughter</i><i>?</i>”


    Mom looked around the room with a nervous expression, her question really was


    ridiculous.


    “<i>I’m </i><i>just </i><i>saying</i><i>, </i>it’s <i>over </i><i>now</i><i>. </i><i>She </i><i>didn’t </i><i>take </i><i>the </i><i>ne</i>. <i>So</i>, <i>what’s </i><i>the </i><i>big </i>deal.”


    Dad sneered.


    “<i>Maybe </i><i>because </i><i>for </i><i>the </i><i>first </i>time since <i>she’s </ie <i>back </i>home, <i>she </i>called <i>Mr. </i>Rochester, instead of <i>dad</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    Dad didn’t say another word, leaving mom speechless as he went to their bedroom. Suddenly, Brian spoke up.


    <i>“</i><i>Grd </i>is getting out of control<i>! </i><i>I </i><i>admit</i>, <i>we </i><i>were </i>wrong about the ne, but <i>for </i>her to <i>say </i><i>all </i>of <i>that </i>stuff!”


    11:57 Mon, Sep 8 <b>… </b>


    <i>“</i><i>You </i>mean <i>like </i><i>the </i><i>fact </i><i>that </i><i>she </i><i>had </i>to <i>do </i><i>your </i><i>schoolwork </i><i>because </i><i>you </i><i>kept </i><i>screwing </i><i>up</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    Cole was now looking at Brian with irritation in his eyes. The family was starting to fall


    apart. In an attempt to calm everyone down, I stepped in.


    <i>“</i><i>Look </i><i>everyone</i><i>, </i><i>it’s </i><ite</i><i>. </i><i>It’s </i><i>been </i><i>a </i><i>long </i><i>night </i><i>okay</i>. <i>Let’s </i><i>just </i><i>all </i><i>go </i>to <i>bed, </i><i>we’ll </i><i>deal </i><i>with </i><i>all </i><i>of </i><i>this </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>morning</i>. <i>Mom</i>, <i>you </i><i>did </i><i>hit </i><i>her</i><i>…</i>it <i>might </i><i>not </i><i>be </i><i>so </i><i>wrong </i><i>to </i><i>at </i><i>least </i><i>say </i>


    <i>sorry</i>.” <fn53ad> ?????? ???? FιndNovel</fn53ad>


    Mom looked at me with anger and irritation, but she didn’t object. She stormed to her room for the night. Suddenly, Brian started up again.


    “<i>Hey </i><i>Noah</i><i>, </i><i>when </i><i>exactly </i><i>did </i><i>you </i><i>be </i><i>team </i><i>Grd</i><i>? </i><i>Trying </i><i>to </i><i>make </i><i>up </i>for <i>the </i><i>fact </i><i>that </i><i>SHE </i><i>was </i><i>the </i><i>reason </i><i>you </i><i>were </i><i>able </i><i>to </i><i>get </i><i>that </i><i>contract</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    I turned to look at my idiot little brother.


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